Inevitable

I build their dreams and watch
The disintegration of my own
The blowback coats the cold lips
That I press on a cold fucking grave
A plot I have paid for in time
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Stitch my heart onto a time clock
Enslave my devotion and shackle me to
Hollow ideals, a spreadsheet for my indenture
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A smile for every time they spit in my face
The poor man’s burden
Nothing else exists when I’m in this fucking hole
An outside world I am not invited to

That has forgotten who I am
The grass is never greener
Things can always burn darker than the dollar bills
That flow through the bloated veins of commerce
Greed; a plague on our fucking city
Control them with financial suffering
For it rings tried, tested, and true

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